You tilt your head to your shoulder and grin, still feeling tired but also a bit silly. But your guest doesn't move andyou realize she wants to see if you'll return the flirt.
"You're awfully cheeky for someone who..." You stop.
"Who's what."
"Who's travelling to a town where cheekiness will get punished by tickles" you mumble.
Her jaw drops for a second and you see the desire in her eyes, struggling to respond, but then she picks the composed act as she flipsher hair back.
"Well- I certainly hope so. I haven't just travelled a thousand miles just to be scolded instead of being punished for my misconduct, preferably by several 'lers." And now it's your turn for your jaw to drop.
"I'm sorry, you came this fa to GET tickled?"
She shoots and annoyed-bemused glare at you again.
"What did you assume people come to a place called Tickleopolis for?"
"Maybe you took a wrong turn at Albuquerque" you tease.
"Okay, that's IT. I think you've just earned yourself some tickling."
and she jumps at you and digs into your underarms.
"Ha-ha-ha, you too" you try to defend your pits and belly and tickle back. You slap around too much to be very effective but you do manage to dish out a few leg pokes side squeezes, enough to make her back off.
But after a moment of surprise, she grins and redoubles her attack. You laugh and scream loud and defend yourself best you can.
She collapses onto the seat next to you, panting, then turns your head towards you and grin.
"So, Tickleopolis everything you hoped for so far?"
You'll say, can't believe that you've struck gold and found such a flirty little minx, and you haven't even fully arrived yet. This town really could be all that you had hoped for.
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